{"id":22224,"date":"2023-12-10T23:19:28","date_gmt":"2023-12-10T20:19:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22224"},"modified":"2023-12-10T23:19:28","modified_gmt":"2023-12-10T20:19:28","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-91-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22224","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 91 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lumini\u021ba ZAHARIA<\/strong>
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\u00eentr-un circ<\/strong><\/p>\n

tr\u0103im \u00eentr-un circ \u0219i nu \u0219tim<\/p>\n

rolul meu e fifi-naripatul
\nsub p\u0103m\u00eent \u00een zbatere etern\u0103
\ntu e\u0219ti libelulul inert din borcan
\nel ud\u0103torul iremediabil de pern\u0103<\/p>\n

uite, trapezista frumoas\u0103
\na r\u0103mas oarb\u0103 \u0219i se risc\u0103 pe sine
\nuite, dresorul de tigri
\ncrede sincer c\u0103 felinele au buline<\/p>\n

cupola ni se pare cer f\u0103r\u0103 stele
\nfiindc\u0103 stelele sunt, nu-i a\u0219a, prea departe
\nde noi galaxii de victorii depline
\ndoar un click ne desparte<\/p>\n

e trist circul \u0103sta, e trist
\nclovnul are depresii de fond
\nde c\u00eend ghicitoarea \u00een palm\u0103 i-a spus
\nc\u0103 \u00een alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 era un james bond<\/p>\n

circari sau spectatori, totuna
\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021bim aceea\u0219i aren\u0103 rotund\u0103
\nc\u0103 \u0219i columb, nu-i a\u0219a… viitorul
\ne un cadou-surpriz\u0103, \u0219i cu fund\u0103<\/p>\n

tr\u0103im \u00eentr-un circ \u0219i nu \u0219tim
\nne str\u00eemb\u0103m aplaud\u0103m \u0219i murim<\/p>\n


\nstr\u00eemb\u0103 lemne<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00eempii b\u0103tu\u0163i se vindec\u0103 vreodat\u0103?
\nmo\u015f str\u00eemb\u0103 lemne va r\u0103m\u00eene drept?
\nfeti\u015ful e \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fat numai de fete?
\nde\u015fteptarea te face de\u015ftept?
\nreclama poate fi reclamat\u0103?<\/p>\n

at\u00eetea \u00eentreb\u0103ri \u00eentreb\u0103toare!
\nam angajat un cor de bocitoare
\ntu f\u0103-te surdo-mut, eu vin c\u0103lare
\nc\u0103 lenea e cucoan\u0103 foarte mare
\nbeligerante trupe vin \u00een zare…<\/p>\n

– vezi c\u0103 la fete nu ai g\u0103sit rim\u0103
\n\u015fi la premeditare f\u0103r\u0103 crim\u0103
\npedeapsa e s\u0103 joci \u00een via\u0163\u0103 mim\u0103<\/p>\n

– dar, Chronos, asta fac de c\u00eend m\u0103 \u015ftii!
\nmo\u015f str\u00eemb\u0103 lemne scrie poezii.<\/p>\n


\n Camelia Manuela SAVA <\/strong>
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Al doilea v\u0103l<\/strong><\/p>\n

Capitolul 10 – So\u021b \u0219i so\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trenul torcea \u00een ritmul lui monoton. Dora \u00ee\u0219i ocupase locul \u00een vagon. Pleca spre cas\u0103. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 o s\u0103 fie definitiv. Important era c\u0103 trecuse examenele. Sesiune \u00een mai \u2013 ultima din anul patru. Licen\u021ba \u00een iunie.
\nDe Ionu\u021b nu mai \u0219tia nimic. Venise la c\u0103min s\u0103-i spun\u0103 c\u0103 are o burs\u0103 \u00een str\u0103in\u0103tate, dup\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103torile de iarn\u0103. La Milano c\u00e2\u0219tiga nu numai experien\u021ba occidentalilor, dar avea s\u0103 conteze \u00een cariera lui a\u0219a-zis managerial\u0103. Era o oportunitate s\u0103 se specializeze. Se \u00eentoarce la timp pentru licen\u021ba de la ASE. Fata a\u0219teptase cuminte trei luni \u2013 c\u00e2t el fusese plecat, ea \u00ee\u0219i vedea de ale ei. \u00cen var\u0103 Ionu\u021b se \u00eentorsese \u00een \u021bar\u0103. Dup\u0103 ce luase licen\u021ba, o invitase pe Dora la o recep\u021bie unde se adunaser\u0103 to\u021bi absolven\u021bii. P\u0103reau semizei \u2013 b\u0103rba\u021bi preocupa\u021bi de joburi la burs\u0103, la b\u0103nci, interesa\u021bi de bolizi \u0219i lucruri scumpe, de femeie frumoase \u0219i ieftine. Dora se \u00eentreba ce caut\u0103 \u00een lumea aceea. Era diferit\u0103 de ceea ce \u00ee\u0219i imagina ea, via\u021ba ei l\u00e2ng\u0103 Ionu\u021b nu era a\u0219a.
\n-Tu e\u0219ti \u00een inima mea pentru totdeauna, Prin\u021beso! Ionu\u021b \u00eei s\u0103rut\u0103 v\u00e2rfurile degetelor. Zece. Tu e\u0219ti femeia mea de nota 10! R\u0103sunau cuvintele lui \u00een sala de recep\u021bie rece, g\u0103unoas\u0103, fals\u0103…
\nAm t\u0103cut. A\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 \u00eei spun \u201enu a\u0219 fi prea sigur\u0103, dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi \u00een locul t\u0103u!\u201d, dar l-am l\u0103sat \u00een pace, s\u0103 cread\u0103 ce vrea…Seara a fost un fiasco total \u2013 \u00eel pierdusem pe Ionu\u021b \u00een aglomera\u021bie, l-am c\u0103utat \u0219i obosit\u0103 nu am mai avut nicio \u0219ans\u0103 de a mai salva ceva. C\u00e2nd l-am reperat, peste o or\u0103, era beat cri\u021b\u0103. M-am urcat \u00eentr-un taxi \u0219i am plecat pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een Regie. Nu-mi venea s\u0103 cred \u2013 b\u0103iatul acela binecrescut, minunat disp\u0103ruse. Ce \u00eel schimbase? Ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase cu el c\u00e2t fusese plecat din \u021bar\u0103? Era frustrat? Era obosit? Iar eu pl\u00e2ngeam ca proasta dup\u0103 el… \u0219i pentru ce?
\nNu \u0219i-a cerut scuze, m-a evitat o perioad\u0103, nici eu nu l-am abordat. \u00cencepeam preg\u0103tirile pentru sesiunea mea, apoi a venit vacan\u021ba. Toat\u0103 vara a disp\u0103rut \u00een cea\u021b\u0103. \u00cemi umpleam mintea cu nimicuri, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tiu de el, c\u0103r\u021bile erau prietenii mei fideli. M-am \u00eentors \u00een toamn\u0103 la Bucure\u0219ti. Eram anul patru \u2013 m\u0103 mutasem \u00een Groz\u0103ve\u0219ti, unde era mai mult\u0103 lini\u0219te. \u0218i totu\u0219i cioc\u0103nitul binecunoscut m-a g\u0103sit repede:
\n-Prin\u021beso, plec \u00een armat\u0103! Te iubesc de mor! E\u0219ti numai tu \u00een mintea mea! Am venit s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi cer s\u0103 m\u0103 a\u0219tep\u021bi \u00eenc\u0103 \u0219ase luni. Nu e a\u0219a mult. Ai \u00eendurat tu mai multe \u0219i sunt vinovat, numai c\u0103 \u0219tiu sigur c\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219ti \u0219i vei accepta s\u0103 devii so\u021bia mea, nu-i a\u0219a?
\nEu eram \u0219ocat\u0103. Nu eram sigur\u0103 dac\u0103 glume\u0219te sau vorbe\u0219te serios.
\n-La mul\u021bi ani! Pentru c\u0103 e ziua ta m\u00e2ine, dac\u0103 m\u0103 anun\u021bai din timp, \u00ee\u021bi cump\u0103ram un cadou… am zis eu precipitat\u0103.
\n -Da, mul\u021bumesc! Nu schimba vorba, nu te fofila… eu te cer serios de nevast\u0103… nu am inelul acum… r\u0103spuns final da?
\n– Uite, Ionu\u021b, i-am t\u0103iat eu cheful… \u021bi se pare c\u0103 o c\u0103s\u0103torie e a\u0219a pe repede \u00eenainte? Hocus-pocus? Apari, dispari, pleci tu, a\u0219tept eu, mai vii \u0219i tu din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd… B\u0103ie\u021bic\u0103! Sper s\u0103 te maturizeze armata! Eu voi fi aici \u0219i a\u0219tept s\u0103 v\u0103d rezultatul!
\nIonu\u021b str\u00e2nse degetele ca un m\u0103nunchi de flori \u0219i le s\u0103rut\u0103 cum avea obiceiul:
\n-Nu \u0219tiu ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat, s-a m\u0103rit armata, bani de-acas\u0103 nu-mi trimit nici mamaaaa, nici tataaaaa!
\n-E\u0219ti o cauz\u0103 pierdut\u0103! am exclamat eu \u00eembufnat\u0103.
\n-Bine, te scot la o pr\u0103jituric\u0103 s\u0103 \u021bi se \u00eendulceasc\u0103 limba c\u0103 voi fetele astea de la facultatea de vorbe ne face\u021bi pe noi b\u0103rba\u021bii cu capul… apoi \u00eemi fac bagajul \u0219i plec soldat la R\u00e2mnicu V\u00e2lcea la GENIU. Promit c\u0103 m\u0103 cumin\u021besc \u0219i voi fi so\u021bul t\u0103u cel fidel \u0219i dulce.
\nTrecuser\u0103 cele \u0219ase luni. Vorbiser\u0103 la telefon, fusese la jur\u0103m\u00e2ntul lui pe 25 octombrie c\u00e2nd o v\u0103zuse pe mama lui pentru prima dat\u0103 \u2013 o femeie cu chip de general. Dora se bucurase de o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are \u0219i cam at\u00e2t. S\u0103rb\u0103torile de iarn\u0103 trecuser\u0103 ap\u0103s\u0103toare, venea sesiunea. \u0218i prim\u0103vara adusese o t\u0103cere ad\u00e2nc\u0103.
\n Trecuser\u0103 cele \u0219ase luni. Niciun semn de la Ionu\u021b. Nu r\u0103spundea la mesaje, se pare c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchisese telefonul. Dora se ambi\u021bionase s\u0103 treac\u0103 examenele, s\u0103 ia licen\u021ba. \u0218i acum drumul spre cas\u0103 cu trenul o f\u0103cea s\u0103 fie \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat\u0103 – era o nou\u0103 etap\u0103. Nu \u0219tia ce va fi…
\n-Ave\u021bi locul num\u0103rul 21? m\u0103 abord\u0103 o voce b\u0103rb\u0103teasc\u0103 ferm\u0103…
\n-Nu, nu cred. Am num\u0103rul 22, dar m\u0103 ridic \u0219i m\u0103 mut la 21, r\u0103spunsei eu intimidat\u0103.
\n-Sta\u021bi lini\u0219tit\u0103, domni\u0219oar\u0103! Nu e nicio problem\u0103, nu vreau s\u0103 v\u0103 deranja\u021bi. Pot sta eu la 21. \u0218i a\u0219a suntem chit! Eu sunt Dan. B\u0103rbatul t\u00e2n\u0103r, \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een uniform\u0103 de ofi\u021ber, \u00eei \u00eentinse m\u00e2na alb\u0103, puternic\u0103.
\n-Eu sunt Teodora.
\n-Aha… darul lui Dumnezeu!
\n-Da, a\u0219a se pare c\u0103 se traduce din limba greac\u0103. Prietenii \u0219i familia \u00eemi spun Dora. Teo era prea impersonal, suna cam b\u0103ie\u021be\u0219te.
\n-Atunci pot s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun \u0219i eu la fel?
\n-Da. De ce nu? Merge\u021bi \u00een vacan\u021b\u0103?
\n-De fapt, se nume\u0219te permisie. Da, am concediu o lun\u0103. Am fost \u00een capital\u0103 la ni\u0219te cursuri \u0219i acum merg acas\u0103. Tu e\u0219ti student\u0103, Dora?
\n-Am sus\u021binut licen\u021ba. Merg acas\u0103 la p\u0103rin\u021bi \u0219i voi vedea ce voi face mai departe. Depinde cum se vor alinia planetele.
\n-\u00cen\u021beleg. De cele mai multe ori, trebuie ajutate. Ele se aliniaz\u0103, dar e necesar s\u0103 le vedem \u0219i noi. Trebuie s\u0103 fim \u00een locul potrivit, la momentul potrivit, l\u00e2ng\u0103 omul potrivit.
\n-Da, a\u0219a e.
\nAu sporov\u0103it despre nimicuri tinere\u0219ti, apoi au fost surprin\u0219i s\u0103 vad\u0103 c\u0103 se d\u0103deau jos din tren \u00een acela\u0219i ora\u0219. Chiar \u0219i a\u0219a, nu se cuno\u0219teau, nu se v\u0103zuser\u0103 niciodat\u0103, Dan absolvise colegiul militar la Breaza, plecase de copil de-acas\u0103, urmase academia militar\u0103 \u0219i acum era ofi\u021ber \u00een garnizoana Getica. Era mai mare cu 7 ani dec\u00e2t Dora \u0219i p\u0103rea sigur de el, un om matur, politicos, un b\u0103rbat care \u0219tie ce vrea de la via\u021b\u0103.
\n-Uite, nu vrei s\u0103 lu\u0103m un taxi \u00eempreun\u0103? Dan nu ar fi dorit ca Dora s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 a\u0219a \u00eei afla domiciliul.
\n-Da, nu m\u0103 deranjeaz\u0103, ad\u0103ug\u0103 fata.
\nDora cobor\u00ee \u00een fa\u021ba casei p\u0103rinte\u0219ti din ma\u0219in\u0103, Dan o ajut\u0103 cu bagajul, apoi o salut\u0103 protocolar.
\nDora fu \u00eent\u00e2mpinat\u0103 cu bucurie de p\u0103rin\u021bi. Acas\u0103 era PRIN\u021aESA lui tati. Tat\u0103l ei era fericit \u2013 fata reu\u0219ise s\u0103 finalizeze studiile, era pe un drum al ei, frumos, neted. Mama se \u00eenv\u00e2rtea ca un titirez \u00een jurul ei. Preg\u0103tise bucate alese, f\u0103cea planuri. Dora se g\u00e2ndea s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 la o \u0219coal\u0103 din Bucure\u0219ti. Sau putea s\u0103 se titularizeze \u0219i \u00een provincie. Deocamdat\u0103 avea s\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103, s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i refac\u0103 stocul de energie, se sim\u021bea epuizat\u0103, nefericit\u0103 \u00een felul ei, c\u0103ci Ionu\u021b se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2na cu t\u0103cerea.
\n Dou\u0103 zile dormi \u00eentruna. A treia zi, o umbr\u0103 se pro\u021b\u0103pi \u00een fa\u021ba gardului \u0219i p\u0103rea s\u0103 insiste. Mama veni \u00een grab\u0103:
\n-Dora, te caut\u0103 cineva.
\nAm sperat s\u0103 fie el.
\nDan ap\u0103ru cu un buchet imens de trandafiri albi:
\n-Pentru succesul t\u0103u \u2013 pun pariu c\u0103, \u00een afar\u0103 de p\u0103rin\u021bii t\u0103i, nimeni nu te-a mai felicitat pentru reu\u0219ita la examenul de licen\u021b\u0103. Eu \u00ee\u021bi propun s\u0103 ie\u0219im \u00een ora\u0219 \u0219i s\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103torim. Ce zici?
\nNu am zis nu, m-am preg\u0103tit ca un somnambul care nu \u0219tie ce face, timp \u00een care tata l-a iscodit pe Dan, cum, unde, c\u00e2nd \u0219i \u00een ce fel a terminat \u0219coala militar\u0103, discu\u021biile dintre ei doi fiind mai mult dec\u00e2t prietenoase, chiar prea apropiate pentru prima \u00eent\u00e2lnire. P\u0103reau c\u0103 se \u00een\u021beleg de minune.
\n\u201eIe\u0219eala\u201d noastr\u0103 a fost un moment reu\u0219it \u2013 Dan m\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103 r\u00e2d cum nu mai r\u00e2sesem niciodat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba mea, povestind f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se plictiseasc\u0103 peripe\u021biile lui sau ale camarazilor lui din armat\u0103. Glume, aventuri, pove\u0219ti \u2013 toate aveau un farmec aparte \u0219i eu \u00een\u021belegeam c\u0103 el este un b\u0103rbat \u00een\u021belept, elegant, serios, implicat. \u00cemi pl\u0103cea Dan, dar inima mea tot mai suspina…
\nA doua zi, Dan a venit iar. A treia zi a avut o propunere:
\n-Uite, s-a ivit ocazia s\u0103 plec la Costine\u0219ti cu ni\u0219te colegi, nu vrei s\u0103 vii cu mine? Cazarea e gratis, cu m\u00e2ncarea nu vor fi probleme, mergem cu trenul \u0219i distrac\u021bia e garantat\u0103!
\n-Du-te, m\u0103i, Dora, a exclamat tata!
\n-Pot s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi dau un r\u0103spuns disear\u0103?
\n-Desigur! Revin cu un telefon. Sper s\u0103 nu m\u0103 refuzi.
\n Nu am refuzat. Am stat de vorb\u0103 cu p\u0103rin\u021bii, ei \u00eel pl\u0103ceau pe Dan enorm, nu aveau cum s\u0103 cunoasc\u0103 furtuna din sufletul meu. Eram r\u0103v\u0103\u0219it\u0103. \u00cempins\u0103 de ai mei, am plecat la mare. Iubesc marea ca un peisaj misterios, ca pe o zeitate. M\u0103 calmeaz\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 bucur c\u0103 exist. Am petrecut c\u00e2teva zile \u00een compania lui Dan care s-a purtat fenomenal cu mine \u2013 m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 simt iubit\u0103, dorit\u0103, frumoas\u0103, extraordinar\u0103. Scoici, nisip, valuri \u0219i c\u0103ldura soarelui \u2013 toate au f\u0103cut s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103 ghea\u021ba din inima mea \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 las \u00een voia sentimentelor. M-am reg\u0103sit \u00een bra\u021bele lui Dan ca \u00eentr-un cuib protector, lini\u0219titor.
\nOriunde mergeam, Dan m\u0103 \u021binea str\u00e2ns, l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 piard\u0103. Am urm\u0103rit \u00eempreun\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul \u0219i apusul soarelui. \u00cen ultima sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd stelele au r\u0103s\u0103rit \u0219i puteam asculta c\u00e2ntecul nemuritor al m\u0103rii, briza ne umbla prin plete haihui, am auzit \u0219oaptele lui Dan:
\n-Te iubesc, Dora! Te iubesc \u0219i simt c\u0103 tu e\u0219ti cea aleas\u0103! Planetele noastre s-au aliniat \u0219i sunt fericit c\u0103 Dumnezeu mi te-a scos \u00een cale!
\nNu m\u0103 a\u0219teptasem la aceast\u0103 declara\u021bie \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rat\u0103, \u0219i, ca printr-o vraj\u0103, a scos un inel dintr-un buzunar al c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii, s-a a\u0219ezat \u00een genunchi pe plaj\u0103 \u0219i \u00een lumina lunii a repetat \u00eentrebarea a mii \u0219i mii de \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi:
\n-Vrei s\u0103 fii so\u021bia mea?
\nDin instinct am zis da. Prietenii lui au aplaudat, iar ceilal\u021bi turi\u0219ti r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi pe plaj\u0103 la acea or\u0103 s-au al\u0103turat grupului \u0219i ne-au felicitat pe am\u00e2ndoi ur\u00e2ndu-ne cas\u0103 de piatr\u0103!
\n-M-ai f\u0103cut un om fericit, iubita mea! Tu e\u0219ti jum\u0103tatea mea \u0219i numai moartea ne va desp\u0103r\u021bi! mai spuse Dan cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc, nu te voi dezam\u0103gi niciodat\u0103!
\nAcas\u0103, la \u00eentoarcere, p\u0103rin\u021bii s-au bucurat nespus, s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit cele dou\u0103 familii s\u0103 se cunoasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 pun\u0103 la punct detaliile nun\u021bii.
\nEram preocupat\u0103 cu examenul de titularizare. Hot\u0103r\u00e2sem s\u0103 m\u0103 stabilesc \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 angajez la un liceu cu renume din ora\u0219. Se ivise ocazia \u0219i puteam profita, de ce nu. Trebuia s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b, s\u0103 repet anumite capitole din bibliografie.
\nAm mers \u00een paralel cu preg\u0103tirile pentru ceremonia de oficiere a c\u0103s\u0103toriei civile. Nu era nimic preten\u021bios – eu \u00eemi doream s\u0103 fie prezen\u021bi doar membrii familiei, c\u00e2teva rude mai apropiate \u0219i vreo doi-trei colegi. Dan fusese de acord cu mine, a\u0219a c\u0103 \u00een septembrie stabilisem o dat\u0103 ca s\u0103 fie \u00eenaintea \u00eenceperii \u0219colii, care pentru mine era un start \u00een cariera didactic\u0103. Chiar \u0219i a\u0219a, orice fat\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i dore\u0219te s\u0103 fie o zi frumoas\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i leag\u0103 via\u021ba de so\u021bul ei pentru totdeauna.
\nTelefonul \u021b\u00e2r\u00e2ia neast\u00e2mp\u0103rat, sunau colegi, prieteni ca s\u0103 m\u0103 felicite. Nu \u0219tiu cum aflaser\u0103, dar ve\u0219tile circul\u0103 repede, a\u0219a c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 le r\u0103spund politicos, s\u0103 le mul\u021bumesc pentru ur\u0103ri. \u00cenc\u0103 locuiam cu ai mei, a\u0219a stabilisem cu Dan, ca abia dup\u0103 c\u0103s\u0103toria civil\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 mut \u00een apartamentul p\u0103rin\u021bilor lui.
\n Eram singur\u0103 \u00eentr-o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103. Mama \u0219i tata plecaser\u0103 la cump\u0103r\u0103turi, lini\u0219tea era binef\u0103c\u0103toare, c\u0103ci profitam s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b pentru examenul hot\u0103r\u00e2tor care se apropia cu pa\u0219i repezi. B\u00e2z\u00e2itul insistent al telefonul m\u0103 distrase de la concentrarea mea… nu cuno\u0219team num\u0103rul, \u00eemi spuneam c\u0103 nu vreau s\u0103 r\u0103spund, dar insisten\u021ba m\u0103 deranja, a\u0219a c\u0103 era mai \u00een\u021belept s\u0103 port \u00eenc\u0103 o conversa\u021bie scurt\u0103 de curtoazie \u0219i sc\u0103pam…
\n-Alo!
\n-Prin\u021besa mea, ce faci, tu?! se auzi vocea inconfundabil\u0103 a lui Ionu\u021b.
\n-De ce m\u0103 suni? Sunt bine, mul\u021bumesc.
\n-\u00cemi era dor de tine. \u00cemi este nespus de dor! C\u00e2nd ne putem vedea? Te-am c\u0103utat prin campus, nu \u0219tie nimeni nimic de tine…
\n-Nu \u021bi-a dat prin cap, ca un genial ce e\u0219ti, c\u0103 sunt acas\u0103 la p\u0103rin\u021bii mei?! \u0218i nu ne putem vedea. Nu mai are niciun rost. S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103rit.
\n-Cum? Serios? Nu te cred… e doar a\u0219a o am\u0103gire… un truc ca s\u0103 m\u0103 pasezi…
\n-Ai face bine s\u0103 crezi! Universul nu s-a oprit \u00een timp ce tu te-ai volatilizat… nu \u0219tiu nimic despre tine de aproape un an… \u0219i s\u0103 fim serio\u0219i, Ionu\u021b! Ce rela\u021bie avem noi?
\n-\u00cen\u021beleg c\u0103 e\u0219ti sup\u0103rat\u0103 pe mine… dar s\u0103 te m\u0103ri\u021bi? De ce? Nu \u00een\u021beleg? Ca s\u0103 m\u0103 pedepse\u0219ti? Eu am fost \u00een armat\u0103 \u00een tot acest timp, nu am putut s\u0103 renun\u021b. Am ales s\u0103 m\u0103 angajez aici, s\u0103 \u00eemi bag min\u021bile \u00een cap. De fapt, a fost o perioad\u0103 de prob\u0103, am avut toate contactele oprite, nu aveam cum s\u0103 iau leg\u0103tura cu tine. Crede-m\u0103, te iubesc. Nu am vrut s\u0103 te r\u0103nesc.
\n-E prea t\u00e2rziu! \u00cemi pare sincer r\u0103u! M-a cerut \u00een c\u0103s\u0103torie acum o lun\u0103. E din ora\u0219, nu-l cuno\u0219ti.
\n-\u00cel iube\u0219ti? urm\u0103 Ionu\u021b pe un ton stins.
\n-Cred c\u0103 da… iubirea vine cu timpul.
\n-Ce prostie e asta, Prin\u021beso? Ai luat-o razna? Te auzi cum vorbe\u0219ti?
\n-Gata! Nu mai are rost s\u0103 continu\u0103m discu\u021bia aceasta. S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103rit, voi avea copii, voi da titularizarea la un liceu \u00een ora\u0219, vor trece anii, voi \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ni \u0219i voi muri, probabil vei veni la morm\u00e2ntul meu \u00een Cimitirul Eternitatea cu flori, c\u0103ci \u0219tiu c\u0103 vei supravie\u021bui…
\n-Sper s\u0103 nu regre\u021bi! Eu voi supravie\u021bui, a\u0219a e… s\u0103 nu ui\u021bi c\u0103 te p\u0103strez \u00een inima mea mereu, orice s-ar \u00eent\u00e2mpla… Mult\u0103 fericire \u00ee\u021bi doresc. \u00cen\u021beleg c\u0103 drumurile noastre se despart aici, oricum, nu sunt \u00eenc\u00e2ntat de alegerea ta, dar o respect!
\n-Mul\u021bumesc, Ionu\u021b! S\u0103 ai grij\u0103 de tine, orice-ar fi!
\nF\u0103r\u0103 La revedere sau Adio! Am \u00eenchis atunci, odat\u0103 cu telefonul, un capitol important din via\u021ba mea. La Starea Civil\u0103 am zis DA. Convins\u0103 c\u0103 porneam pe un drum pres\u0103rat cu bucurii. Am trecut examenul de titularizare, am primit postul visat. Eram profesor debutant cu mii de speran\u021be. Am \u00eenceput \u0219coala. Copiii erau o surs\u0103 de inspira\u021bie. Descopeream o lume nou\u0103, neb\u0103nuit\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci. \u00cen sala de clas\u0103 m\u0103 transpuneam \u00eentr-un rol deosebit, ca un actor pe scen\u0103. \u00cemi doream un copil al meu, fiindc\u0103 \u00een ochii aceia inocen\u021bi vedeam o lume curat\u0103.
\nDan era atent cu mine, grijuliu. A fost foarte surprins c\u0103 eram virgin\u0103 \u2013 \u0219i astfel i-am c\u00e2\u0219tigat \u00eencrederea. M\u0103 p\u0103strasem pentru so\u021bul meu \u0219i nu \u00eemi pl\u0103cea c\u0103 fetele din jurul meu se vindeau repede \u0219i ieftin. De\u0219i g\u00e2ndul meu fusese la Ionu\u021b, soarta m\u0103 ghidase dup\u0103 un plan secundar neb\u0103nuit. Primii ani al\u0103turi de so\u021bul meu au fost ferici\u021bi. Ne obi\u0219nuisem unul cu altul, eram \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103 de el, f\u0103cea acele mici gesturi care conteaz\u0103 \u00eentr-o c\u0103s\u0103torie \u2013 flori de ziua mea, invita\u021bii surpriz\u0103 la restaurant, mesaje dr\u0103g\u0103la\u0219e. Numai c\u0103 uneori mai disp\u0103rea de acas\u0103 c\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni \u0219i motiva c\u0103 pleac\u0103 din ra\u021biuni de serviciu. Nu comentam, \u00eencercam s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg natura lui de militar \u2013 firea lui ra\u021bional\u0103, cu anumite ticuri, trezitul dis-de-diminea\u021b\u0103, c\u0103lcatul hainelor la dung\u0103, mesele consistente. C\u00e2nd era plecat mai d\u0103dea un telefon, mai trimitea un pachet cu lucruri deosebite, dulciuri sau haine. M\u0103 \u00eencurajam singur\u0103 \u00een lipsa lui, cu p\u0103rin\u021bii, cu socrii, cu elevii mei sau colegii de \u0219coal\u0103. Venea de fiecare dat\u0103 acas\u0103 lini\u0219tit, cu sur\u00e2sul lui cuceritor pe buze, \u0219tiam c\u0103 orice misiune se termin\u0103 bine.
\n\u00cen al treilea an a intervenit o schimbare, am sim\u021bit c\u0103 \u00eemi este r\u0103u, vomitam, eram ame\u021bit\u0103, aproape am le\u0219inat pe holul liceului. Atunci am realizat c\u0103 sunt \u00eens\u0103rcinat\u0103 \u0219i Dan a fost surprins, uluit de vestea dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ce am f\u0103cut un test de sarcin\u0103 s\u0103 fiu sigur\u0103. Era ner\u0103bd\u0103tor s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i cunoasc\u0103 fiul, c\u0103ci am aflat c\u0103 va fi b\u0103iat. A fost la b\u0103ut cu prietenii lui \u0219i parc\u0103 nu se mai desp\u0103r\u021bea de sticlele care se \u00eenmul\u021beau. Nu-l v\u0103zusem niciodat\u0103 beat cri\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ceea ce era mai greu de suportat e c\u0103 se sim\u021bea r\u0103u c\u00e2nd se trezea din be\u021bie, iar eu asistam neputincioas\u0103 la mahmureala lui.
\nUn episod mai grav a fost la na\u0219terea lui Vlad. A plecat s\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103toreasc\u0103 \u0219i eu nu mai contam, norocul meu a fost c\u0103 mama \u0219i na\u0219a au fost al\u0103turi de mine, s-au ocupat de tot ce aveam nevoie \u0219i eu \u0219i pruncul. Dan plutea \u00een aburii de alcool cu to\u021bi camarazii lui. A\u0219a am trecut pe al doilea plan \u2013 din acel moment eu deveneam mama copilului, Vlad era cel care conta \u2013 dac\u0103 a m\u00e2ncat, c\u00e2t, dac\u0103 a dormit, c\u00e2t, dac\u0103 are febr\u0103, de ce pl\u00e2nge, de ce nu doarme, etc. Tot interesul lui Dan era \u00eendreptat spre bebelu\u0219, gesturile lui de dr\u0103g\u0103l\u0103\u0219enie se adresau lui Vlad. Era ciudat, dar m-am adaptat din mers.
\nAm stat doi ani acas\u0103, cum \u00eemi permitea legea, puteam s\u0103 ne permitem s\u0103 cump\u0103r\u0103m pentru b\u0103iat orice avea nevoie. Vlad era punctul meu de sprijin \u00een orizontul \u00een care tr\u0103iam ca familie. I-am supravegheat primii pa\u0219i, primele silabe, z\u00e2mbetul lui era o raz\u0103 de soare. Dac\u0103 se lovea, cum mai p\u0103\u021besc uneori copiii, eram \u00eengrijorat\u0103, c\u0103ci Dan se sup\u0103ra \u00eengrozitor pe mine dac\u0103 Vlad avea vreo v\u00e2n\u0103taie, nu-mi vorbea zile \u00eentregi, de parc\u0103 eu eram vinovat\u0103. Copilul explora spa\u021biul, se c\u0103\u021b\u0103ra, pe pat, pe dulap, apoi prin copaci. Odat\u0103, c\u00e2nd avea cinci ani a c\u0103zut din nucul bunicilor, am ajuns de urgen\u021b\u0103 la spital cu salvarea, dar a fost mai mult o sperietur\u0103, Vlad a sc\u0103pat nev\u0103t\u0103mat ca prin minune. Atunci Dan m-a lovit prima dat\u0103 fiindc\u0103 nu fusesem suficient de atent\u0103, de prudent\u0103. Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 lumea se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te, c\u0103 iubirea nu este dec\u00e2t o umbr\u0103 \u00een\u0219el\u0103toare. I-a p\u0103rut r\u0103u, dar regretul nu face dec\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eent\u0103reasc\u0103 vina de a fi un om violent. Eram umilit\u0103. Nu puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 mai uit \u00een ochii celui pe care \u00eel numeam so\u021bul meu \u2013 un b\u0103rbat frumos, politicos, pentru care eram invidiat\u0103 de multe dintre colegele mele. Am pl\u00e2ns pe furi\u0219, am \u00eencercat s\u0103-l iert – a venit dup\u0103 dou\u0103 zile cu un buchet imens de flori \u0219i dou\u0103 bilete la teatru. Am trecut peste acel moment, g\u00e2ndind c\u0103 \u00eentre so\u021bi se mai \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 asemenea scene, c\u0103 Dan este surmenat de serviciul lui. Scuze se g\u0103sesc. Amintirea nu se putea \u0219terge.<\/p>\n


\nViorel DODAN<\/strong>
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Vox populi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 de duminic\u0103 \u00eentr-un sat oarecare, unde femeile au obiceiul s\u0103 se str\u00e2ng\u0103 grupuri-grupuri pe \u0219an\u021b, la \u0219osea, s\u0103 stea pe taburete \u0219i discute c\u00e2te-n lun\u0103 \u0219i-n stele. Petrec cu privirea \u0219i analizeaz\u0103 pe to\u021bi cei care trec pe jos, cu bicicleta sau cu ma\u0219ina… La un moment dat, \u00een fa\u021ba unui astfel de grup opre\u0219te o ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i din ea coboar\u0103 un t\u00e2n\u0103r reporter care se apropie de ele cu microfonul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n– S\u0103ru` m\u00e2na! Bun\u0103 ziua! Ce face\u021bi?
\nFemeile se foiesc, \u00ee\u0219i dau coate, \u00ee\u0219i aranjeaz\u0103 baticurile \u0219i-\u0219i pun m\u00e2inile-n poal\u0103. Vasilica lu` \u0218tefan al lu` Scaiete, e mai curajoas\u0103 (mai \u00eenhipt\u0103, cum zice ea!) \u0219i r\u0103spunde:
\n– E! Bun\u0103 ziua! S\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti, m\u0103, b\u0103iatu` lu` mamaia! Iete… ce s\u0103 f\u0103cem? St\u0103tim \u0219i noi di vorb\u0103, la \u0219u\u0219a, acii\u0219a!
\n– Foarte frumos! A\u0219 vrea…
\n– Da` tu ce cau\u021bi p\u0103 la noi? \u00eei lu\u0103 \u00eenainte Vasilica. Di la ce tiliviziune e\u0219ti, cu… socoteala aia-n m\u00e2n\u0103?
\nCelelalte izbucnesc \u00een r\u00e2s, pun\u00e2ndu-\u0219i m\u00e2inile la gur\u0103 sau ar\u0103t\u00e2nd c\u0103tre a lu` Scaiete:
\n– Hiii, ce nebun\u0103 e\u0219ti, f\u0103!
\n– Da` di ce-s nebun\u0103, f\u0103?! Ce-am zis?! L-am \u00eentrebat \u0219i io p\u0103 om…
\nReporterul r\u00e2de \u0219i el \u0219i \u00eendreapt\u0103 microfonul c\u0103tre ea, v\u0103z\u00e2nd-o mai curajoas\u0103.
\n– Sunt de la XTV! \u00cel \u0219ti\u021bi?
\nFemeile se uit\u0103 unele la altele, ridic\u00e2nd din umeri nedumerite.
\n– Io parc\u0103 am v\u0103zut c\u0103 se uit\u0103 nepotu-miu, da` nu \u0219tiu sigur! zise Chira lu` C\u0103ru\u021ba\u0219u cu juma` de gur\u0103.
\n– Doamn\u0103, mi-a\u021bi pus o \u00eentrebare \u0219i v-am r\u0103spuns! Acum pot s\u0103 v\u0103-ntreb \u0219i io c\u00e2te ceva? zise reporterul \u00eemping\u00e2ndu-i microfonul spre gur\u0103.
\n– Phiii, p\u0103catele mele! Fugi cu panarama de-acia, mamaie! Ptiuuu!
\n– Deci, pot s\u0103 v\u0103 pun o \u00eentrebare dvs.?
\n– Ete, na! Auzi la el! S\u0103 mi-o puie! Pune-mi-o, na! zise Vasilica, a\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-se mai bine pe taburetul ei de lemn.
\nFemeile chicoteau \u00een col\u021burile baticurilor, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 vad\u0103 ce spune ,,nebuna de Vasilica\u201d.
\n– A\u021bi auzit c\u0103 guvernul vrea eliminarea virginit\u0103\u021bii din Rom\u00e2nia? A\u021bi auzit despre asta?
\nCelelalte femei se uitau una la alta \u0219i d\u0103deau din cap a ne\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103.
\n– Io sunt di p\u0103rere s\u0103 se scoa\u021b\u0103! zise Vasilica hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103. Ori s\u0103 se mai dea \u0219i la \u0103ilal\u021bi care n-are deloc!
\n– Dumneavoastr\u0103 a\u021bi avut vreodat\u0103?
\n– Da` cum?! P\u0103 vremea lu` Ceau\u0219escu, avea toat\u0103 lumea, m\u0103 b\u0103iatu` lu` mama, m\u0103! C\u0103 a\u0219a cum era el, avea lumea ce s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce, avea \u0219i… de-aia de care zici tu! Da` tu nu \u0219tii, c\u0103 e\u0219ti t\u00e2n\u0103r \u0219i n-ai apucat de-astea! Nu \u0219tii ce e! \u0102h\u0103!…
\n– \u0218i cum era c\u00e2nd avea\u021bi?
\n– Piii… cum era? Era! C\u0103 aveam c\u00e2t ne trebuia \u0219i nu ne b\u0103team joc de ea ca acuma, de n-o g\u0103se\u0219ti nici s-o pl\u0103te\u0219ti cu aur!
\n– Da, da! A\u0219a e! aprob\u0103 restul grupului.
\n– Zici\u021bi, f\u0103, voi! Sunt io nebun\u0103? Nu era a\u0219a? Zi \u0219i tu, Paulin\u0103, c\u0103, vorb-aia, ai avuuut… slav\u0103 Domnului!
\n– Ei, hai, bre, c\u0103 n-am avut a\u0219a mult\u0103! Am avut \u0219i io ca tot omu`, pu\u021bin\u0103, acolo\u0219a, c\u00e2t s\u0103 nu ducem lips\u0103!
\n– Eeee! Las\u0103, las\u0103, Paulin\u0103, \u0219tie tot satu! C\u0103 aveai \u0219i-o d\u0103deai pe sub m\u00e2n\u0103! La specul\u0103! De era s\u0103 te prinz\u0103 \u0219i meli\u021bia…
\n– Eeei, hai, bre \u021ba\u021b\u0103! N-o mai \u00eenflori at\u00e2ta!
\n– Da, da! Ia las\u0103… M\u0103, b\u0103iatu` frumos a lu` mamaia! Ascult\u0103 aci, la mine, c\u0103 io-s mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 dec\u00e2t astealalte! A\u0219a e, cum \u021bi-am zis! Avea toat\u0103 lumea, m\u0103! Era p\u0103 toate drumurili!… Pi, o f\u0103cea omu-n curtea lui, n-o lua de la ora\u0219, ca s\u0103 se boln\u0103veasc\u0103 de toate prostiile! Cum aveai grij\u0103 de ea, a\u0219a o aveai! Dac-o d\u0103deai la unu` \u0219i la altu`… \u021bi-o strica! Cic\u0103: ,,Na, \u021ba\u021b\u0103 Vasilic\u0103, \u021bi-am adus-o-napoi!\u201d. ,,Pi, f\u0103, n-auzi! Mi-ai adus-o spart\u0103, h\u00e2rbuit\u0103?! Acuma, io ce-i fac?\u201d Eee, las` c-o dregi matale! Hai, s\u0103n\u0103tate!\u201d ,,Phii, g\u0103si-te-ar nebuneala s\u00ee te g\u0103seasc\u0103! Pi, mai pupi tu vrodat\u0103 de la mine?! Ei, las`!\u201d. …Mde! Da` cum era, cum nu era, \u00ee\u021bi f\u0103ceai treaba cu ea!… \u00ceoleu! Da` ori m\u0103 dai la teveu c\u0103 \u021bi-am zis de-astea?
\n– Da, o s\u0103 ap\u0103re\u021bi la televizor, miercurea viitoare de la cinci jumate! S\u0103 v\u0103 uita\u021bi!
\n– \u00ce\u00ee\u00eeu! M\u0103 omoar\u0103 omu` mieu c\u00e2nd o videa ce m\u0103sc\u0103ri am zis!
\n– Ietee la ea! Parc\u0103 el nu \u0219tie ce-are la u\u0219\u0103! Las` c\u0103-l rezolvi tu! s\u0103ri Filica lu` P\u0103pu\u0219oi d\u00e2ndu-i un cot \u0219i f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i complice cu ochiul vecinei de scaun.
\n– Mul\u021bumesc frumos, doamnelor! zise reporterul \u0219i se urc\u0103 \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103.
\nFemeile r\u0103maser\u0103 petrec\u00e2ndu-l cu ochii p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ma\u0219ina disp\u0103ru dup\u0103 prima curb\u0103.
\n– Ai auzit, f\u0103? Ne-a zis doamne!… C\u00e2nd a zis c\u0103 e la tilivizor?
\nSe uitar\u0103 una la alta nedumerite.
\n– Dracu` \u0219tie! Am uitat, cu ochii la tinere\u021bea lui! zise Vasilica privind \u00een gol
\n– Iete-o, f\u0103, p-asta a lu` Cheptosu, ce m\u00e2ndr\u0103 merge p\u0103 bicicleta aia!
\n– A lu` Cheptosu e, f\u0103?
\n– Ea e, f\u0103!…
\nUmbra \u00eenser\u0103rii se a\u0219az\u0103 peste sat \u0219i \u00eencet-\u00eencet, lu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i sc\u0103unelele, femeile intr\u0103-n cur\u021bi, unele g\u00e2ndindu-se cum erau vremurile c\u00e2nd era virginitate pentru toat\u0103 lumea…<\/p>\n


\nMarieta R\u0102DOI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Totul se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 noaptea,<\/strong><\/p>\n

semnul de la cap\u0103tul
\nmi\u0219c\u0103rii
\nindic\u0103 oprirea la stop.<\/p>\n

Totul se asambleaz\u0103,
\nse alipe\u0219te
\n\u00eentr-o simetrie perfect\u0103,
\nse sutureaz\u0103 \u00eembin\u0103rile
\np\u00e2n\u0103 coincid,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd reciproca
\ndevine valabil\u0103.<\/p>\n

Se certific\u0103 un nou
\nprototip,
\nse constituie
\nun organism lipsit
\nde resentimente
\nca sufletul unui produc\u0103tor.de etichete.<\/p>\n

Spre deosebire de cerc<\/p>\n

P\u0103tratul are pere\u021bi,
\nse poate tr\u0103i \u00een el.
\nO camer\u0103 care \u021bine loc
\nde alt\u0103 camer\u0103 al\u0103turat\u0103
\ncu o u\u0219\u0103 sudat\u0103 pe din\u0103untru
\ns\u0103 nu-mi dau voie s\u0103 ies.
\n\u0218i un tablou credincios
\ncu un c\u00e2ine cu disponibilit\u0103\u021bi
\nafective
\npentru rotunjimea ochiului meu
\ncare era mai gol
\ndec\u00e2t al lui.<\/p>\n

Spre deosebire de cerc,
\np\u0103tratul a\u0219teapt\u0103.
\nA\u0219teptarea e cea mai nobil\u0103
\nFapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu m-am pricopsit<\/p>\n

c\u00e2tu\u0219i de pu\u021bin.
\nMul\u021bi \u00eemi datoreaz\u0103
\nfericirile lor.<\/p>\n

Stau \u00eentr-o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103 vocal\u0103
\n\u0219i tac,
\nprocedura standard
\ns\u0103 te faci auzit.
\n\u00cemi pare r\u0103u de culpabil
\n\u0219i de ne\u00eensemnatul
\ndelict.
\n\u0218i \u00eengerul meu are aripi
\nde hering
\n\u0219i soarele se devalorizeaz\u0103
\nconsecvent
\n\u0219i a sc\u0103zut un cent.<\/p>\n

Din m\u0103re\u021bie n-am economisit
\nnimic.
\nIubirea e o toc\u0103ni\u021b\u0103
\ncald\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nIon Tudor IOVIAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

secolul pe sf\u00e2r\u0219ite<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0219i s-au str\u00e2ns cu to\u021bii acolo \u0219i stau \u00een picioare
\n\u00een ploaia verde-amar\u0103
\n\u00eenfip\u021bi \u00een noapte<\/p>\n

parc\u0103-s acolo dintotdeauna cu ploaia \u0219i v\u00eentul<\/p>\n

o lumin\u0103 v\u00een\u0103t\u0103 le d\u0103 t\u00eercoale nu se \u0219tie de unde
\n\u0219i nu-i lumineaz\u0103
\n\u0219i pl\u00eensul \u00een sughi\u021buri al nim\u0103nui \u0219i al tuturor
\nnu-i mi\u0219c\u0103 din loc<\/p>\n

\u0219i v\u00eentul trece prin ei pufnind
\n\u2013 g\u0103uri numai g\u0103uri \u2013
\ncu ploaia<\/p>\n

de pe obrazul lor
\ncade
\nvarul<\/p>\n

ur\u00eetul le scrie memoriile
\n\u0219i ei stau
\ncu p\u0103l\u0103rii de paie desfundate pe cap \u2013 ni\u0219te sperietori abandonate \u00een grab\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u00eempul sterp<\/p>\n

\u2013 via\u021ba a trecut deja mai departe-<\/p>\n

\u021bepeni \u00een ploaia murdar\u0103 \u2013 a\u0219a \u00eei vei g\u0103si \u0219i m\u00eeine \u0219i poim\u00eeine
\n\u0219i peste o mie de zile
\ncititorule care crezi c\u0103 e\u0219ti altceva dec\u00eet ei<\/p>\n


\nthe century at its end<\/strong><\/p>\n

and they all gathered and stand
\nin the bitter \u2013 green rain
\nin the night <\/p>\n

it seems as if they\u2019ve been there forever with the rain and the wind<\/p>\n

a livid light lurks from somewhere
\nwithout blazing them
\nand nobody\u2019s and everyone\u2019s sobs
\ncannot move them<\/p>\n

and the wind blows through them puffing
\n–\tholes nothing but holes \u2013
\ntogether with the rain<\/p>\n

the lime
\nfalls
\noff their cheeks<\/p>\n

the ugliness writes their memoires<\/p>\n

and they stand
\nwith torn straw hats on their heads \u2013 scarecrows
\nabandoned in haste <\/p>\n

on the barren field <\/p>\n

– life has already moved on – <\/p>\n

stiff in the dirty rain \u2013 this is how you\u2019ll find them tomorrow and the day after
\nand in a thousand days
\nreader who thinks you are any different<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een limba englez\u0103 de
\n Alexandra Ioana Ivan Wasa<\/p>\n


\nle si\u00e8cle a sa fin<\/strong><\/p>\n

et ils se sont tous rassembles et ils se tiennent debout
\nsous la pluie verte-am\u00e8re
\ndans la nuit<\/p>\n

il parait qu\u2019ils sont l\u00e0 depuis toujours avec la pluie et le vent<\/p>\n

une lumi\u00e8re morte les observe d\u2019un point inconnu
\nsans les illuminer
\net le pleure en soupires de personne et de tous
\nne les bouge pas <\/p>\n

et le vent passe \u00e0 travers eux en bouffant
\n– des trous que de trous –
\navec la pluie<\/p>\n

la chaux
\ntombe
\nde leur visage<\/p>\n

la laideur \u00e9crit leurs m\u00e9moires<\/p>\n

et ils se tiennent debout
\ndes vieux chapeaux de paille sur leurs t\u00eates \u2013 des \u00e9pouvantails
\nabandonn\u00e9s en h\u00e2te <\/p>\n

et ils se tiennent debout<\/p>\n

sur le champ st\u00e9rile<\/p>\n

– la vie les a d\u00e9j\u00e0 pass\u00e9s –
\nimmobiles dans la pluie sale \u2013 tu les trouveras comme \u00e7a demain et apr\u00e8s demain
\nand dans mille jours
\nlecteur toi qui penses que tu n\u2019es pas pareil <\/p>\n

Traducere de Alexandra Ioana Ivan Wasa<\/p>\n


\nMihaela MALEA STROE <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poem sub ceruri deschise<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au deschis cerurile peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt, peste ape,
\nS-au deschis, azi, iar\u0103\u0219i \u0219i iar\u0103, peste Iordan…<\/p>\n

Pe-aici, printre zidurile ora\u0219ului-cetate,
\nSe a\u0219terne z\u0103pada.
\nPrima z\u0103pad\u0103 u\u0219oar\u0103, curat\u0103,
\nPe umerii fragezi ai Noului An.<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103run\u021besc frumos t\u00e2mplele T\u00e2mpei;
\n\u00cen a\u0219teptare,
\nMuntele viseaz\u0103 cu ochii deschi\u0219i, sub ninsoare…
\nCineva o s\u0103 vin\u0103, pesemne,
\nO s\u0103 vin\u0103, de bun\u0103 seam\u0103,
\nO s\u0103 vin\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eempart\u0103 lumin\u0103, m\u0103car pe \u0219optite,
\n\u00cen tainicul \u00eentuneric al nop\u021bii de S\u00e2nziene
\nDin vara viitoare.<\/p>\n

Tu \u0219tii ceva despre asta, iubite?<\/p>\n

Sau crezi c\u0103 ne-au n\u0103p\u0103dit, ne-au ascuns
\nAt\u00e2tea r\u00e2nduri-r\u00e2nduri de z\u0103pezi
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t nu te mai aud, \u00eenc\u00e2t nu m\u0103 mai vezi?<\/p>\n

Ci sunt tot pe-aici, torc\u00e2nd pe-ndelete, arnici,
\nDezmierd\u00e2nd spin\u0103ri \u021bepoase de arici,
\nCam tot pe unde m-ai l\u0103sat
\nC\u00e2nd prietenul nostru, soare-r\u0103sare,
\nS-a dus pu\u021bin la culcare
\n\u0218i parc\u0103, pu\u021bin, a sc\u0103p\u0103tat.<\/p>\n

\u00cen lipsa lui,
\nM-am ad\u0103postit, m-am pitit,
\nDe straj\u0103, \u00eentr-un cuv\u00e2nt nerostit,
\n\u00centr-o privire, \u00eentr-o s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00cen ceva
\nCare s\u0103 fie dar de-nt\u00e2mpinare
\nLa \u00eentoarcerea ta.<\/p>\n

Ce-i drept, s-a \u00eennoptat
\n\u0218i ninge bogat, de nici nu mai \u0219tiu!<\/p>\n

Poate c\u0103, \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu,
\nVoi fi r\u0103mas, sub t\u00e2mpla T\u00e2mpei, s\u0103 te-a\u0219tept
\nCa \u00een ecoul unui cuv\u00e2nt r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een pustiu,
\nR\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een lume…
\nS\u0103 te a\u0219tept…
\n\u00cen cuta mic\u0103, din dreapta, din c\u0103ptu\u0219eala
\nBuzunarului t\u0103u st\u00e2ng… Acela anume
\nDin dreptul inimii. Acela, anume, de la piept…<\/p>\n

E-at\u00e2ta lini\u0219te acum
\nPrecum la \u00eenceput de iubire,
\nLa \u00eenceput de sfin\u021bire…<\/p>\n

E-at\u00e2ta lini\u0219te de se aude cum,
\nSerafimul care a fost azi de serviciu,
\nCur\u0103\u021b\u0103, t\u0103cut, undeva,
\nPraful de nea ce i-a atins penele
\nDin cea de-a \u0219asea arip\u0103 a sa…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lumini\u021ba ZAHARIA \u00eentr-un circ tr\u0103im \u00eentr-un circ \u0219i nu \u0219tim rolul meu e fifi-naripatul sub p\u0103m\u00eent \u00een zbatere etern\u0103 tu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":18831,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22224"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=22224"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22224\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22225,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22224\/revisions\/22225"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}